#its angsty

[coyotehusk]

Early birthday gift for a friend ♡ If you like Resident Evil, slow burn, and body horror, then please please please check out their fic Cabin in the Weeds on AO3.

[jellofroglegs]

"Promise?"

[persephones-journey]

I am 7 pages into a one shot about Finan/Aisling and his sword....

@oddsnendsfanfics this is all your fault.

[aloofsociopathvibe]

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Title: actual soulmates: Rating: T Relationship: Dan Howell/Phil Lester Summary: It’s a ridiculous concept anyway. Not being able to know for sure that someone is truly yours until they die? Or at least when they are close to death? Fate is having a laugh and the world is suffering for it.

Sure, it’s supposed to give closure, if you believe all of the hopeless romantics out there — which Dan certainly does not — but what good is that knowledge if you can’t act on it? Why on earth would the universe or whoever decide to give out the unconditional love of being soulmates, only to take it away right when you know for sure?

Sounds kind of conditional, doesn’t it?

OR: A soulmate AU in which you only know who your soulmate is when they're close to death and Phil has his ass bleeding incident

[monebula-art]

Rise!HarLeo post coming >w> in a few hours....

[clancykisser]

I need to write my gut wrenching scene where Crowley confesses his love to me for real...

I need to reunite with Chuck in season 11 and I need Crowley to be HEARTBROKEN but he can't show it. He can't do anything about it, and it's worse because I keep avoiding him. I keep not being alone in a room with him, or not saying anything to him in a group. Even if he catches me casting glances, I turn away quickly.

And then he has to have enough of it and teleport to me alone and tell me we need to talk. I have a hard time doing that, so he brings us to my room and we have to have an awkward conversation that starts with him saying, "You still like him." He's telling, not asking. And we both know who he's talking about.

And I have to admit that, yes, I love Chuck still. I can't help but love him, because I never stopped deep down. Even when I loved Crowley, I've always loved Chuck. And Crowley is upset at that. But not in the angry way.

I see his eyes redden but he doesn't cry. Not as I go up to him and try to touch him, but he kind of pushes me away with a laugh and a, "No, don't try to comfort me. Not after this."

"Crowley-"

"You know what the worst part about this is?" And he gets super close to me, "I was vulnerable with you. I gave you all I had, I lov-" He has to stop and look up for a few moments and exhales finally, "I thought I loved you."

And I start crying now as I whisper, "Do you not anymore?"

And he doesn't answer, instead giving my hand one final squeeze and doesn't answer before he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him and I have to sit there and ugly cry.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Nuanced Foil Lena AU

Here's a prelude to some snippets I hope to post regarding Lena as a nuanced, layered foil to Kara and the Superfriends. Enjoy!

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Losing Lena hurts. What hurts just as more is facing the first threat without her. Her absence is keenly felt, and nothing feels more unnatural to Kara than having to visit Lena to ask for help, rather than already have Lena in her corner.

She pauses for a moment in the sky outside Lena's office, shrouded by the overcast night. Lena is taking a rare break from sitting at her desk-- though at this hour she should be properly done with work. She stands out on her balcony with her back leaning against the rail, scrolling on her phone while pensively resting her cheek against the stemless wine glass in her hand. It's filled with water for once, and Kara can't help but gaze at the quiet moment.

As though sensing Kara's attention, Lena pulls her eyes from her phone and turns, scanning the sky around her. She doesn't spot Kara, but goes inside anyway. She doesn't lock the door behind her.

It's not an invitation, Kara knows that. Even so, she lands quietly on the balcony a few moments later, and softly steps inside.

"I thought I'd save myself the broken lock," Lena drawls, not looking up from her computer. She clicks through some open windows, her attention barely spared an ounce towards her visitor.

It's such a sharp contrast to the focus Lena has always given her, Kara can barely breathe through the pain in her chest. The worst of it all is the disinterest in Lena's voice. She would expect-- nay, prefer-- to hear ire, wrath, vehement reproach. Instead, she's faced with such indifference that it opens a new wound in Kara's heart.

"What can I do for you?"

Finally, Lena turns, rising to her full height as she casually folds her arms across her chest. One eyebrow lifts expectantly, but for once Kara has no idea what Lena is expecting, exactly. Another apology? Kara's actual purpose?

It leaves Kara feeling unmoored, and she relies on her Supergirl persona to pull her through. She inhales, expanding her chest and broadening her shoulders, while her fists settle on her hips in a familiar stance.

Kara hates herself for it.

"We need your help."

"Funny. That sounds more like an expectation than a request."

"Will you help us?"

"No."

Kara pauses, thrown by Lena's response. The word comes light but blunt, almost casual, as though there might be room to negotiate. Caught flatfooted, Kara's mind races again to identify what exactly Lena expects of her.

"Will you help us, please?"

Lena's lips twitch. "Cute. But I wasn't reminding you of your manners. I'm setting a boundary-- the advantage you've taken of our relationship ends here."

"What do you mean?"

"I hereby withdraw my unilateral support for Supergirl and your club of vigilantes." Lena sorts through the paper on her desk, finished with the conversation. "Whatever mess you've created this time, you're on your own."

"Lena..."

"Here's another riddle, while you puzzle out what the word no means-- what has two doors and an unwanted guest?"

Kara's chest clenches.

"Lena. Please."

"This office has two doors, Supergirl-- choose one."

[justasimplesinner]

please, just have this almost 7k word long proof of my obsession over this ugly moron

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